My aunt’s best knock-knock joke

Last year, my brother, William, and I visited our aunt and uncle who live in California. We have a running tradition of telling jokes when we see each other, so my aunt thought she’d share this gut buster.

“Knock, knock,” she says.

William’s like, “Okay, who’s there?”

“Orange.”

William looks at me knowingly. “Orange who?”

My aunt pauses. “Knock, knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Orange.”

“Orange who?”

My aunt pauses again. Then, “Knock, knock.”

William keeps it going, “Who’s there?”

“Banana.”

“Banana who?”

Another pause, but this time a different kind of pause.

“Ah, I screwed up the joke, didn’t I?”

Bahahahahahahaha!

[For those who don’t know, the joke is supposed to start with “banana” twice. The third time is “orange”… “Orange you glad I didn’t say banana!” I like the backward version better.]